Viva la Viva!

Viva turned eighteen yesterday. Now she’s standing here, eyes bright, skin flushed, already restless with want. Blonde hair falls over one shoulder. A black-haired man watches her from the bed. She drops to her knees without being told, parts her lips, takes him deep until her throat tightens around every inch. She pulls back, strokes him, slides him back in, chasing the taste she’s been craving. He leans forward, fingers tightening in her hair, hips rising to meet her mouth. She moans around him, legs shifting, wet between her thighs, hungry for every second of it. She looks young, eager, and greedy for the camera. She looks ready to stay.